1. My Lana - Part 9


    Date: 7/30/2015, Categories: True Story, Bi-sexual, Female/Female, Girls / Female, Lesbian, Written by women, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 69.2, Source: sexstories.com

    nose is firmly buried in my bush and her tongue work unremittingly, and those eyes look up at me with such an impossible sheen of adoration and worship, an astonishing mixture of bliss and adulation that gets to me like a fist in the belly. I moan deeply, and I feel the wetness literally pour out of me and into her mouth as an insanely intense shiver of lust flows through me. She moans too. Happily. Blissfully. Then she gulps again. And then she catches her breath, plastering my pubic bush to my skin with her scalding warmth as she does. It's all so hot, so wonderful, so incredibly soft, loving and caring. The way only my Lana can do it! And then -- all of a sudden -- I realize that she's even using both her hands to hold my thighs in place. They're resting heavily against each armrest, but without her support they would have slipped off and down on the floor long ago, abruptly blocking her access to my source of immense pleasure. A split second I think I need to raise them and relieve her effort -- perhaps put my heels against the edge of the desk? But then I come to think of this as just another part of her worship; another element in providing me the absolutely best service ever given. And such a service should be enjoyed to the fullest, and not be disturbed by any concerns on behalf of the service girl. I know that's exactly the way she wants it, and that's the way she's going to get it. I moan again. All this is just too much for me. I put both my hands down on her head ...
    and pull her gently against me, instantly feeling the intensity of her expert stimulation increase its strength, just slightly. Just one more minute of that is all it takes to tip me over into an orgasm so intense, so muscle-tightening heart-bursting that I once again loose total control of all my bodily functions. I hold on to her head with trembling hands, letting my fingernails dig into her scalp as I do, and feel my belly melt into a gush of lava-hot liquid. I'm sure there's no way any slave girl -- no matter how skilled and well trained -- can take such an uncontrolled surge of liquid, and I mentally just accept that my skirt and stockings will be totally ruined as an inescapable price for this tremendous experience of unparalleled pleasure. But then I again feel her mouth open wide in a soft, wet undulation and kind of take me all in to form her lips into a perfect seal around me, one that ensures a completely flawless transfer of liquid between us even under such extreme conditions of performance. I trash and buck around in my seat, rubbing myself relentlessly all over her face. But she stays in place with a merciless grip on my hips and butt and I try my best to hold back as I feel the pressure in my bladder give way to the intensity of the action. It cannot be very much, but I know that at the peak of my ecstasy a certain amount of my golden water follows along as I continue to squirt pussy juices into her mouth. I can hear another of her wonderful squeals of sheer ...
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